Owls, Letters & Conversation {Ren&Sive}

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive was walking to the owlery, and she wasn't in the best of moods. She was on her way to send her monthly letter to her family.

Her family were muggles, and they weren't particularly interested in her life as a witch. It wasn't that they were anti-magic or anything. They were average people. Middle class, her parents were married with two children, Sive being the eldest. Her younger sister, Katie, was the golden child. Sive had never really gotten along with her mother; she was too fiery, not at all lady like. She wasn't reserved, she wasn't conciousness, she wasn't quiet and polite and willing to please. That was Katie. Katie and her mother got along with a house on fire. Over time a rift grew between Sive and her mother, and then when her Hogwarts letter arrived her sister became resentful towards her. Katie was used to being the special one. She loved her sister, but she just didn't understand. Ever since that day, a clear line had been drawn between Sive, and her mother and sister. Her father pretty much stayed out of it.

Sive went off to Hogwarts, and saw her family for a couple of months out of the year. Once a month she got an obligatory letter from them, where they'd run through the big events of the month, make small talk in letter form (which wasn't any less awkward), and once a month she sent one back, keeping the details as vague as possible, because she knew they didn't really want to know.

Sending these letters always put Sive in a bad mood. But she was trying to snap out of it. It was a nice enough day, and once the letter was sent she had a whole month before she had to write one again.

She reached the owlery, selected an owl to deliver the letter for her, and started trying to coax the owl down

[ren]

Ren was headed up to the owlery to write her older brother Liam. She wrote him a few times a week, just to keep him updated on things. Jackson and Eva were still at Hogwarts so she kept a close eye on them, and updated Liam accordingly. They'd stayed close through all these years, especially since Liam and Ren were only one year apart. Liam and Ren had always been close, and after the death of their parents Eva and Liam started looking at them as parents instead. It wasn't like they called them mum and dad or anything, but they definitely went to them with more of their problems than they did their aunt, who was supposed to their caretaker. In all honesty, Aunt Maddy was more there just to they could have a roof over their head and less as an actual figure to look up to. While the woman had been there, and sober, the day the house burned down and they lost their parents, since the loss of her brother Matilda had taken to drinking quite a lot. Ren never held it against her, even at the age of 12, but she knew it wasn't right. She knew Aunt Maddy wouldn't be able to give them advice.

So, Ren and Liam were forced to grow up a lot faster than they would have liked. At the ages of 12 and 13 they acted more like they were 16 and 17 merely because they had to for Eva and Jackson, but now that she was actually sixteen... Well she felt ages older, especially emotionally. But she tried not to act like it. She didn't want everyone to think she was some old maid or something! That would be awful beyond measure. She shook her head slightly as she continued to walk, thinking about all the fun stuff she could put in her letter to Liam. It was only the beginning of the school year so there wasn't too much to report, but she liked to give him funny snippets about his ex-girlfriends when she could. He would always get embarrassed and tell her he didn't care about such rubbish. Ridiculous Liam, of course you care. She sighed contently before finally reaching the owlery. She liked to write her letters while she was in there. She could be away from all the noise and all the people and just concentrate on talking... well, writing, to her brother.

On this particular day, however, the owlery was not abandoned as it so usually was. She frowned slightly as her eyes fell on Sive Parry, who was attempting to get an owl down from the rafters to send a letter. Ren's curiosity got the best of her as she desired to know who she was sending the letter to and what it said, but she refused to ask. She recognized Sive from the Quidditch pitch, and the war. While she hadn't seen Parry because she didn't fight in the battle, she heard plenty of stories about her from other people who were Death Eater affiliated into the war. She'd taken several death eaters, and much like the 'good side' of the war, death eaters don't take kindly to losing their kind, either. Ren smirked slightly before she looked up at a number of owls, none of which seemed like they were going to move.

"Having some trouble with the owls there, Parry?" she asked with a small chuckle before she sat down and pulled out a quill and ink. She'd charmed the ink well not to spill in her bag, and she dipped the quill and began writing. "Sometimes if I whistle they come down a bit easier. You could try that..."

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

"Having some trouble with the owls there, Parry?"


Sive didn't look around as she heard her name, not wanting to lose the owl, who was reluctantly starting to come down. She had picked a lazy but dependable one, one she had used before. She didn't care how quickly the letter got there, but if it didn't make it then she'd have to write the damn thing again.

"I'm good, thanks," she said, as the owl finally came down. He looked reluctant, and clearly wanted to sleep some more. Sive grabbed her letter, and started to attach the letter to the owls leg.

She turned around to see who was talking to her, and saw a Ravenclaw girl who looked familiar. The fact that she had called her 'Parry' jogged Sive's memory, because someone who'd never spoken to her before could only know her through Quidditch. This was the Ravenclaw Keeper, and as a Chaser Sive had played against her a lot. But there hadn't been any Quidditch last year, and now that Sive came to think of it she wasn't even sure if the Ravenclaw girl had been at Hogwarts last year. Sive didn't remember seeing her.

"I've used this owl before," she said, as she finished fixing the letter to its leg "whistling would just piss him off." The girl was writing a letter, which Sive thought was odd. She wished she could remember her name, she wanted to avoid an awkward moment when it was clear she didn't remember who she was.

"And its Sive, by the way," she said, in an attempt to get the Ravenclaw Keeper to tell her her name in return.

[ren]

Sive replied rather coolly to Ren's suggestion of whistling for the owl, and Ren frowned slightly as she continue scribbling away the letter to her brother. Sive had no reason to dislike her... she had only been trying to help, after all. Sure, the comment may have come out a little snarky but that wasn't how it had been meant at all. Ren sighed inwardly before re-focusing her mind on the task at hand. Overthinking the situation would only cause her to flurry into a downward spiral of negativity and end up in hysterics. She didn't need that right now. She was excited. She was writing to Liam. Perhaps something else had Parry in a bad mood that had nothing to d with her! That was the logical approach, after all.

Sive had mentioned usin the owl before and Ren nodded. Ren always used the same owl. Always. Familiarity was something Ren took deep comfort in. Change was not something she handled well int the slightest. She hated surprises and being snuck up on and unplanned changes in schedules. Random Quidditch practices occasionally stressed her out to her wit's end, but she'd gotten better at handling those small panic attacks.

"Alright, suit yourself," Ren eventually muttered back, still scribbling away before she finally finished her quick letter. There wasn't much to say, and Ren wasn't very good at filling letters with useless fluff. Every word she wrote was important and meant to be read. She didn't waste her time with things that weren't necessary. It was one of the reasons she struggled while writing her essays. Half of her needed to write the essay to be 100% complete, but the other half of her hated to waste time filling half the parchment with nonsense fluff. She hated it. Essay writing was very stressful for her. Actually, a lot of situations were stressful for her. Almost every situation, in fact.

She folded the letter up, and grinned as Sive introduced herself Ren clearly knew who she was, otherwise she wouldn't have used her name. Ahh, but did Sive remember who she was? Probably not. Her face fell shortly. How could she have such a bad memory? Ren remembered everyone's name! No, no, this was no time to get upset or frustrated. People not in Ravenclaw tended to be dreadfully forgetful, and she had to remember that.

"Ren. Ren Harper," Ren said with a smile. She looked at Sive's owl to make sure that Sive's letter was securely attached to its leg. "Your owl's about to get pissed off, by the way," she flashed her another smug grin before whistling two notes. A dark brown owl flew down from the rafters and landed on the wooden beam in front of her. She attached the letter to the owl's leg before grinning at it.

"Liam Harper," she said loudly, and the owl was off in flash before she finally turned her attention back to Sive. She wasn't sure what made her want to stay and talk to the girl. Maybe it was because Sive hadn't remembered her, and now she wanted her to remember her. After all, Ren knew who she was, even though it was for reasons other than Quidditch, Quidditch definitely helped. Quidditch was a safe topic, so she decided to start with that.

"Excited for your first match against Slytherin?" Ren asked with a sly smirk as she remembered the latest edition of The Underground. There had been rumors that she and Archer Grayson, who was pretty much well-known among those allied to the dark lord as death eater number one. Well... to those in Hogwarts, anyway. What would he want with a mudblood death eater murderer like Parry anyway? Sad, really.

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive smiled slightly to herself when Ren told her her name. She remembered now. Lauren Harper. She was in the year below. So her plan to find out the girls name without embarrassment had gone off without a hitch. Well, maybe. Maybe she knew what Sive had been doing, and was just being polite. Sive found she didn't really care either way. She wasn't in the best of moods, and it wasn't that she wanted to take it out on Ren, its just that she wasn't always good at controlling her emotions. And something about the way Ren had called her 'Parry' when she first walked in had put her slightly on edge. Because it was mostly Slytherins who called her Parry. One Slytherin, in particular.

When Ren whistled Sive's owl flapped his wings indigently, and almost hit Sive in the face as it flew out of the window. Sive was glad she had already attached the letter securely. She was about to shoot a comment about it at Ren, but she stopped herself; she didn't want to be a bitch just because she was having a bad day. And really, it wasn't even that bad of a day. The worst part of it had just flown out the window.

She had expected Ren to leave once her owl was sent, and Sive turned, about to go herself, when she saw Ren looking at her expectantly. She wanted to stay and talk? That seemed odd. But then Ren asked her about Quidditch, and Sive had an 'oh' moment; Ren was a Quidditch player too, and the Gryffindor Slytherin match was highly anticipated. Not to mention the fact that whoever won would affect the next team to play in the tournament.

"Pretty excited," Sive said, which was truthful. She was itching to get back into a real match again. And the hot competition between Gryffindor and Slytherin only made everything that much more interesting. She might have been imagining it, but she thought she saw a slight smirk pass over the Ravenclaw's face. Sive was instantly paranoid; she had been that way ever since the stupid Underground had reported her and Archer's conversation on the Quidditch. Luckily whoever the 'anonymous source' had been had left before Archer had kissed her. Now that would have made some headlines. The school was starved for gossip, and students ate that stuff up. Not to mention that it added a human interest element to the upcoming Quidditch match.

"Why do you ask?" Sive said, trying to sound natural, and not as though she was accusing Ren of anything. Perhaps she was just being paranoid.

[ren]

The answer that Sive gave was a simple one, but that was probably because logically she expected Ren to leave, but Ren didn't want to leave without trying to maybe find out if the rumors were true. Seh couldn't flat out ask her... well, okay yes she could, and she probably would, but she couldn't ask her yet. She nodded in agreement as Sive said she was pretty excited. It made sense, though usually before matches Ren was a nervous wreck, not excited. Though, she supposed sometimes excitement was just nerves with a different label. Maybe she would try thinking that she was excited instead of nervous next time. Maybe.

And then Sive provided her with the perfect opportunity, and judging from the nervous look in her eyes, she knew what Ren was getting at. The smirk on Ren's face only grew the slightest bit as she shrugged slightly attempting to play the question off as easily as she could.

"Oh, just wondering. I think we might play whoever wins, but I'm really not sure," she said with a small shrug before her eyes wandered around the owlery for a brief second, wondering if she really wanted to pry. Who was she kidding, of course she wanted to ask, but what made her think that Sive would ever admit anything to her. There had been that thing in The Underground, but it never said anything specific. Still, she was allowed to ask questions if she wanted to. Even if Sive didn't answer, she couldn't allow herself not to try at all.

"The Underground said you and Archer Grayson seemed to be having an interesting discussion on the Pitch. What would you want with the creepy likes of him?"she said, giving a slight shudder. While Archer Grayson was death eater guy number one, he did creep Ren out a little. There was something about his demeanor that was a little too... angry, perhaps? Maybe not... He was just so...off-putting. He always looked like he never wanted to be around anyone, and that everyone should stay away. And Sive looked so... so sweet, and well, she had the look about her that said she could be vicious if she needed to be (and she proved that quite well at the battle), but she and Grayson just... well they didn't seem like a very good fit. And Ren considered herself very good at reading others, so then what did they see in each other? Hard, cold Archer Grayson, and sweet and at least somewhat-warm and welcoming Sive Parry. Opposites attract? Perhaps, perhaps. Then again, maybe they were sharing secrets about Quidditch, talking technique and nothing more. How boring that would have been. The Underground certainly made it seem like it was much more.

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive wasn't quite buying Ren's answer about her question about the upcoming Quidditch match, and sure enough...

"The Underground said you and Archer Grayson seemed to be having an interesting discussion on the Pitch. What would you want with the creepy likes of him?"


Sive resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She should have guessed. Weren't Ravenclaws supposed to be smart? And generally being smart didn't go hand in hand with a need for mindless gossip.

Ever since the Underground had printed that stupid gossip piece, Sive had been getting questions and funny looks. She was sure that Archer wouldn't be getting the same treatment. Out of the two of them Sive was apparently the nicer one, the more approachable one. Sive was sick of it. Like her personal life was anyone's business. She wished she knew who was writing the damned thing, so she could give them a piece of her mind.

Sive didn't know what was going on between her and Archer. She didn't understand what she felt when he kissed her, or why she wasn't running for the hills. She didn't know why she was interested in a 'creep' like him, or why he was interested in a 'mudblood' like her.

She had been coming out of her bad mood, but now Ren was putting her right back into it. "What would you want with information about my personal life?" she said, in an unmistakably annoyed tone. She looked at Ren with an eyebrow raised. She hoped the girl didn't play it off as some innocent attempt at being friendly, because she and Ren barely knew each other. Ren was not her friend, and they weren't having a 'bonding' moment. She was just looking for gossip. Sive's life was some mild entertainment for her.

[ren]

Ren watched in anticipation as the gears turned in Sive's head. She seemed to be quiet for a long time, thinking. What she was thinking Ren hadn't a clue, but she didn't want to really try and guess. She'd probably be wrong anyway, and she hated being wrong. Ren hated quite a lot of things today, didn't she? Well, all the time, actually. The thought was a somewhat saddening one before Sive's voice eventually ripped her from her thoughts. Ren could tell just from the tone in Sive's voice that she was annoyed. Ren had pushed her too far. Damn it. Her heart started beating faster within her chest as the thoughts in her head refused to stop. Sive hated her forever now... she'd gone too far, she'd gone about it all wrong.

What business was it of hers anyway? Ren frowned slightly, her insides drowning in self-despair as guilt wracked through her. She didn't want to be disliked. She just... she just wanted to know. Ren inhaled slowly, trying to regain control of her never-ending thoughts. A lot of the time when her brain would get on a rampage like this her feelings would follow suit and she would end up sobbing and hating herself, but... not today. She inhaled again before looking up to Sive with a frown.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to offend or anything," she replied with another frown. "I really was just curious. It comes with the territory of being a Ravenclaw... Sometimes I don't know when to keep my mouth shut." Her eyes fell to the floor for a few seconds and she chewed her bottom lip. She really hadn't meant to make Sive angry. Damn her curiosity and her insecurities. Damn them both to hell.

"I'm sorry," she repeated quietly, trying to ignore the feeling in her gut and the thoughts in her head that were screaming she'd messed everything up and that Sive wasn't the type of person to forgive and now she'd made an enemy out of Sive. Not that Sive was really an ally to begin with, she'd killed Death Eaters but... surely they could have been on tolerable terms, even if they weren't good ones. But now she'd gone and messed it all up. Way to go, Lauren... She should have just left, but she couldn't bring her feet to begin moving. So she stood there awkwardly like a fool. Stupid Lauren.

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Oh, hell. Lauren sounded really upset. Sive hadn't meant to upset anyone, and she immediately felt like a bad person. She should have been more patient, and more understanding, and not assumed that the world was out to get her. She was acting like a child.

"No... no," she said, shaking her head "don't be sorry, its okay, really." She tried to smile the first smile she'd cracked since she'd entered the owlery. She was still pretty rankled that she had been asked about her personal life in such an untactful way, but it was obvious that she'd been a bit too tough on Ren. Sive herself was much tougher than she looked, and things like that just rolled off her back. Sometimes she expected it to be the same for other people. Sive wasn't sensitive, and sometimes forgot that other people could be. When Ren had asked her about Archer, she had felt attacked, and responded as such. She should really try to be more tactful herself, sometimes.

She sighed, and sat down. She couldn't really leave now; she'd feel terrible. "Its not your fault. Its just a touchy subject." Sive didn't really want to talk about her life with this relative stranger, but she wanted that dejected look on Ren's face to go away. The girl seemed neurotic at best, and she didn't think just telling her that things were okay was going to do it. She had to show Ren that she was okay with everything.

"The stupid Underground, just printing stories about something they know nothing about. Then everyone takes it out of context," she frowned, and blew a strand of hair out of her face. She was frustrated with the whole situation, and it was something she had thought about a fair bit before.

"Arc-... Graysons not a creep," she said, after a moment. "I mean, he may be the spawn of Satan, for all I know. But either way, I don't think 'creep' really describes him." Either he was too good to be labelled a creep, or (and this was more likely) far too bad. Either way, 'creep' wasn't the word.

[ren]

Sive apologized quickly for her words, which made Ren feel at least a little bit better, and the further along the girl's apology got the better she felt. So... Sive wasn't mad at her! Fantastic! She grinned a bit at the girl said it was a touchy subject. That she could definitely understand. If someone had published something about her and someone who was so... so... opposite of her than she'd likely not want to talk about it either. But there was something about the edge to Sive's voice that made her wonder why it was a touchy subject. If the rumor's weren't true than wouldn't she just say that? She thought on the matter for a moment, wondering if it was possible for someone like Archer and Sive to get together peacefully. Well,d definitely not peacefully, but Ren decided it wasn't in the realm of complete impossibilities. They might even be cute if they weren't supposed to hate each other. Sive mentioned that the Underground had a tendency to get other students riled up about stuff in not so many words, and Ren nodded again.

"Guilty as charged, I'm afraid," she said, chuckling the best she could, attempting to push through the awkward kind of tension she'd just about strangled herself with. Sive wasn't angry with her, she was angry with the staff of the Underground, whoever that might be. Oh how Ren absolutely wished she knew. That would be some incredibly valuable information to have. Alas, she was stuck in the dark just like everyone else. She shrugged a little, giving Sive a somewhat silly grin before looking around the owlery again. "At least it'll only last for a little while. I'm sure by next issue something else will be a huge topic of conversation, and the whole you and Grayson thing will probably just be dropped." That seemed to be the only logical fact about the way the Underground worked. At least if the Underground put you in the spotlight it was only for a little while.

It was weird, to be standing here talking to someone who she felt like she knew, at least a little, but who seemed to know so little about her. Not that she wanted to get to know Sive Parry better, really, but she didn't seem so bad. She certainly didn't seem capable of killing people. And yet Ren knew that the girl had. She'd killed a number of death eaters, and it definitely didn't seem like guilt was wracking her up too badly. And then Grayson came up in conversation and Ren let out a laugh, nodding. Spawn of Satan was definitely a good way to describe the vibes he gave.

"I didn't think creepy was the right word either. He's just so..." she paused once more, trying to find the perfect word to describe Archer Grayson. "I don't know. Stoic, maybe?" She was still a bit unsure on the matter. There was just something that was bone-chilling about his demeanor, but Ren would never tell Sive that. Bone-chilling seemed too overdramatic...

Ren took a seat across from Sive with a small smile. "There's just something about the guy that makes me like... really uncomfortable," she said with a another laugh, "It's almost like he can see right through you, ya know? Like he can see what you're thinking..." Maybe she was alone on that one.

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive nodded as Ren said that Archer was stoic. Stoic was definitely a good word to describe him. Well, except for that night on the Quidditch pitch. He hadn't been very stoic then. He had gotten angry, and his temper had gotten the better of him (just as Sive's had). And then he had gotten... well, that was inexplicable.

She laughed slightly as Ren said that it was almost as though Archer Grayson could tell what you were thinking. "I'm not sure he's quite that weird," she said, with a smile. If Grayson could tell what she was thinking, well, that would be... that would be not good. He'd have power over everyone, and she could only imagine what he would do with that. He already had more power over Sive than she liked... and honestly, it wasn't that much. But really, any power over her was too much. She knew Archer was a dangerous person for her to be around, but that was part of the draw. Ever since the battle Sive had been a lot more self-destructive than she had in the past.

"If he could read minds, he'd be a better Keeper," she said, grinning. Of course, Grayson was a pretty good Keeper, but that wasn't what you said in a conversation between a Gryffindor Chaser and a Ravenclaw Keeper.

She was glad Ren hadn't pushed to much, and asked more about her and Archer. She didn't know why she didn't just say that the rumours were not at all true, that there was nothing interesting at all between them, and that they had been having a heated discussion about Quidditch. Probably because that would make her feel like she had something to hide, and besides, they spoke sometimes in public now. It wasn't as though either of them was the type to skulk around in corners. They both had too much pride for that.

Sive didn't want to admit to anything, especially to someone she didn't really know, but she didn't want to be made to feel like some sort of criminal, either.

[ren]

Ren stifled a laugh as Sive said she was pretty sure Archer wasn't quite that weird. Ren wouldn't put it past him, but Sive made a good point. He was stoic and had the ability to make you uncomfortable... well, to make Ren uncomfortable, but he couldn't read minds. At the mention of Grayson being a better keeper Ren nodded.

"Oh we'd all be done for if that was the case," Ren said, chuckling again. It was true. If a keeper could ever read someone's mind that house's team would definitely dominate all Quidditch seasons until that keeper graduated. It was a scary thought. An involuntary chill ran up her spine, and she twitched only slightly to get rid of it. A somewhat awkward silence fell upon them, then, but... Ren kind of liked talking to Sive. She seemed to be a very private person, but she certainly seemed nice enough. Ren wasn't sure if they could ever be good friends, she was a mudblood after all... but... Ren was in short supply of any friends at all, really. She was too emotional for a lot of people. A lot of people didn't want to deal with her mood swings and neurotic tendencies... but it wasn't her fault. Why couldn't people just understand that? She spent a lot of time alone, or with her brother and sister whenever she could.

She looked behind her at the door, wondering for a moment if she should leave. She didn't really have much to say to Sive Parry, but she didn't want to leave, so she turned her head back to face the girl.

"The castle looks great with all the repairs McGonagall's put on it," she said randomly, inwardly hating herself for forcing the conversation further. Sive probably had better things to be doing than wasting time in the owlery with her. But Ren stood there anyway, trying not to allow negative thoughts to creep back up into her head.

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive was glad that Ren didn't push the issue of her and Archer. It was complicated enough, trying to figure everything out between the two of them, without feeling like the whole school was watching. Not that there was necessarily anything to figure out. Or that she wanted to figure anything out. Right now it wasn't anything, just one confusing conversation, and one much more confusing kiss.

Sive couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed as she thought of how she had lost all sense when Archer kissed her. She should have known better, and wanting to be reckless was no excuse. Was she a child? Could she afford to be reckless and self-sabotaging? No, to both.

She smiled at Ren, slightly awkwardly. She wasn't sure if it was okay to leave now. She didn't want Ren to feel like she had to talk to her, because she was still sitting there. They didn't have too much to talk about. But then Ren mentioned what a good job McGonagall had done on the castle. It was clearly small talk, and Sive found herself wishing she had found a graceful way to leave sooner. "Yeah," she said, smiling "it all looks really great. And the Welcome Back Ball was amazing," she frowned slightly, wishing she hadn't brought up the ball. She had danced with Archer at that ball, and a lot of people would be watching. She wouldn't be surprised if it ended up in the next edition of The Underground.

Sive was about to make her excuses and leave, when she thought that maybe Ren wasn't making small talk out of obligation; maybe she was just lonely, or didn't have a lot of friends. Sive wasn't really great with small talk, and he didn't have many friends herself, but she liked things that way. But now that she'd thought maybe Ren wanted her to stay, she couldn't leave.

"Were you at the ball?" she asked, trying to think if she had seen her there.

[ren]

There was a look that flashed through Sive's eyes that Ren couldn't quite place. It looked like a mix of pity and regret, but Ren chose not to question it. Sive smiled at her and spoke about the ball. Ren remembered passing through the Great Hall that night. It was beautiful and breathtaking and Ren stood and admired it for some time. She heard the music floating from the Great Hall, but she refused to enter through those doors.

"No, I stayed in and studied, actually," Ren said shrugging. Ren knew she was beautiful, and if she'd tried to dress up she know she'd look as elegant as any of the rest of the girls, and she loved being around people. She was a social butterfly. But she knew that a dance wasn't really suited to her... tendencies. She would have compared herself to all of the other girls and she knew she would think less of herself because of it. She was very self-aware and very socially aware. People would have danced slow dances and fast dances and she would have sat at a table, probably by herself, and just watched. She'd rather have been studying, and so she did. Still... she was curious as to what the ball was like.

"I'm assuming you went? Was it a ton of fun?" she asked with a grin. The ball did seem like a big student event, but Ren knew she'd probably read all about it in the next issue of The Underground. Surely the ball brought around lots of drama. She looked to the door again and realized once more that she was probably keeping Sive from something or someone more important then herself. It was nice of Sive to stop and talk with her, though. Maybe for a mudblood she wasn't so bad.

"I should let you go," she said with a laugh before shrugging slightly and looking toward the door once more. She was thankful for the brief company that Sive provided, but she didn't want to prolong the small talk too long where it grew to be awkward beyond a bearable point. So she would sever the ties now, and hope that, perhaps, she and Sive could talk again in the future.

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive felt slightly awkward when Ren said that she hadn't been to the ball, that she had stayed in and studied instead. If she had been to the ball that was something they would have had in common, something they could both have talked about. But when she said she hadn't been, Sive felt the conversation hit a road block.

And the fact that she had stayed in and studied made Sive think even more that Ren was somewhat lacking in friends and a social life. Of course, Sive didn't know that; she hardly knew anything about the girl, and it wasn't really something you could just come out and ask someone. But it did mean that she didn't want to just up and leave.

Sive nodded as Ren asked her if she had been to the ball. "It was..." she said, searching for the word, "interesting." Sive had met Archer at the ball, and 'interesting' was the most PC word she could use to describe most interactions with Archer Grayson.

Thinking about Archer made Sive think about Quidditch (her mind looking for something safer to dwell on,) which made her think about playing Ravenclaw. Ren was a good Keeper, but Sive had never really liked her... and then she remembered. She remembered someone telling her something about the Ravenclaw Keeper once, something that had surprised her at the time because it wasn't a trait one naturally associated with Ravenclaws; Lauren Harper didn't like muggleborns.

Sive was a muggleborn, and although she didn't really get along with her family, although they pretty much ignored the fact that she was a witch, she wasn't about to disown them, and her heritage. Sive was a powerful witch, proof positive that being a muggleborn didn't make you any less magical. So she couldn't understand what the problem of people like Ren was.

"Yeah," she said, slightly coolly, standing up as Ren said that she should let her go "maybe I should leave."